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Fuck. Mey name is Cindi, not Kristy.
I step back when he sways forward. “How about you and I go for a little dance?” He touches my hand, and my fist flies before I can think better of it, hitting him square in the gut.
Holy shit. What did I just do?
The man buckles over with a grunt.
“I’m so sorry.” I stagger back, pulse racing. My heart races. Do I run? Make amends?
God, I’m fucked in the head. I need to leave.
I spin on my heels and come to a complete stop in front of a wall of muscle. Sea breeze trickles into my lungs, and warmth seeps through my bloodstream. Something fizzles to life in my soul, a struck match in the darkest recesses. My gaze collides with a pair of endless ocean blues. For one brief, fleeting second, all my terrors, all my worries, disappear, and I finally remember what it means to be content.
Safe.
But it’s a fallacy. Reality comes crashing down as the man’s appearance takes shape: his long, black hair, sharp jawline, and chiseled chest made by the Greek gods themselves. The man from last night.
He’s following me.
“Why are you here?” I gasp.
“Did this man touch you?” His rage sends a bolt of shivers down my spine. The initial shudder comes from the forbidden allure of hearing someone be protective of me. Then, it’s the realization his anger might be directed toward me.
To Tommy, it was always my fault if someone got handsy, never theirs.
Panic chokes me. The man’s ocean-blue eyes morph into mold green, and I find myself nodding as survival instincts in.
I don’t stick around for follow-up questions. I turn tail and run. It’s the only thing I know how to do.Ordus
This human made three mistakes.
The first was looking at my mate.
The second was approaching her.
The third, and most unforgivable, act was thinking he could touch my beloved Cindi.
The disgusting, pungent male struggles uselessly, if at all. He’s too intoxicated to realize the danger he’s in. The crowd parts for me, casting curious looks at the human hanging over my shoulder.
No one attempts to stop me. A few pat my back and cheer. The guards step aside to let me pass.
Humans are confusing.
A purr rumbles to life at the memory of Cindi in the teal dress draped across her from one shoulder, hanging loose around her other. It hugged every delicious curve of her body before splitting midway up one thigh to expose her smooth leg. And her face?
Dark charcoal lined her eyes, garnet swept across her lips, her cheeks a pretty pink. I did not think it was possible for my mate to be more beautiful. I was barely able to contain myself from grabbing her the moment I saw her.
I had no choice but to stay back to figure out what had her on edge.
The residue of Cindi’s fear lingers in the air, following her like a trail that can be seen to the naked eye. I do not understand why she is always in distress every time I see her, or why her scent soured a second after it sweetened when she looked at me.
She’s a mystery to me.
That will change soon enough.
I barrel through the crowd, stalking in the same direction she went, growing increasingly restless with each passing second she isn’t in my line of sight. Anyone could approach her, and I would be too far away to know.
The streets are packed with humans laughing and singing along to the music pouring from the open doors of the many buildings. Cars and motorbikes zoom by, blaring their horns, carrying passengers whom I’m sure will congregate with the masses. Unnatural lights flash in an array of colors, making my skin itch with the need to morph, so I blend in with my surroundings.
I avoid the mainland at this time of night for this reason. Humans give me a headache during the day. At night, I want to tear my brain out.
A woman offers me a saccharine smile I return by baring my teeth in a snarl. I am loyal to Cindi and only Cindi.
I will my short human legs to move faster. I don’t slow until I turn down the first empty alleyway I find and drop the human onto his feet—at least, that was my intention. The male crumples, slating sideways like a newborn cub without muscles.
He touched my treasure. For that, he must pay. I cannot allow a precedent to be set on account of his insobriety.
Cindi’s nearby scent isn’t strong enough to combat the putrid smell of trash and urine in the space. No one spares a glance our way. It is human nature to avoid looking into the darkness, blissfully unaware of what lurks in the shadows.
The male points a crooked finger at me and slurs a string of words I can’t make out in any of the languages I know. He stares at me through half-parted lids, using a nearby broom to help him to his feet. It wobbles against his weight, and it takes him four pitiful tries to get off the ground.
I step forward, watching his unseeing eyes. “Do you know why you are here?”
He answers.
I’m not sure what precisely he answers with.
I can’t make out a single word from his tangent.
Unfortunately, avenging my mate will not be as satisfying as it was yesterday. Magic crackles as I shift, transforming two legs into eight tentacles. I can taste the rancid alley with my suckers, along with the faintest, almost discernable scent of my frightened mate.
A flicker of sobriety flashes through the male’s widening eyes, and the air turns acrid. “What the fuck?”
Ah, finally, he’s making sense.
There’s no need to further delay the inevitable. Cindi has spent too long out of my reach, and this pathetic human will be no fun to play with.
The human shrinks beneath me as my muscles contract, lifting me higher until I’m nearly double his height. The lower half of my body expands twice the width of my shoulders, spilling onto the ground and crawling up the walls. I open the beak hidden in the middle of my tentacles as wide as possible, then lunge for him before he can scream or run.
Two of my limbs wrap around his lithe frame and shove him beneath me to force him into my maw.
The first bite makes me gag. This human tastes positively foul. Too much sugar, high cholesterol, and a dash of plastic. It isn’t a good combination.
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